Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.